He skids around the corner out of the dormitories, keeps running.
Okay, THINK Volk, use your BRAIN. What do you have to work with?
For the first time in a month, Volk tries to cast. He bites the inside of his cheek, spits blood onto the back of his hand, and draws a shape in red as he runs. Anything will work. Blowflies, sure. The undead probably hate that.
You never, never, never cast a spell that uses organic tissue as a reagent on top of someone's skin, his instructors had told him. This is going to hurt like a bitch.
Even sprinting as fast as he can with terror making his heart kick like a rabbit - wrist bent, palm vertical, open like a cat's cradle - he can do it one-handed. He's sure he can. He's positive.
cw a bit of self harm & blood
"YOUPROMISEDIHADTHIRTYSECONDS! LIAR."
He skids around the corner out of the dormitories, keeps running.
Okay, THINK Volk, use your BRAIN. What do you have to work with?
For the first time in a month, Volk tries to cast. He bites the inside of his cheek, spits blood onto the back of his hand, and draws a shape in red as he runs. Anything will work. Blowflies, sure. The undead probably hate that.
You never, never, never cast a spell that uses organic tissue as a reagent on top of someone's skin, his instructors had told him. This is going to hurt like a bitch.
Even sprinting as fast as he can with terror making his heart kick like a rabbit - wrist bent, palm vertical, open like a cat's cradle - he can do it one-handed. He's sure he can. He's positive.
The lines don't form.
Why can't he - ?